Hope. Happiness. Hilarity.

Critter

The aftermath — a slightly moany night as the pain upset him. And upset his system, if you know what I mean.

I have heard said — “You know how much you love a critter by how much of his poop you clean up.”

Now I know. My love for this little guy is unbounded.

And without undue details: sheets and bedspread were all washed first thing Wednesday morning. But not until Auggie, held firmly under my left arm, got his hindquarters severely cleaned in warm water. The look in his eyes was priceless . . . something akin to “I know that you are doing this for a reason, but I don’t know what it is, and I’m not certain I like it, but that warm water feels better than what was back there.”